"Relax Angel." He whispers against my lips as his hands begin to travel even lower. He pushes my skirt down and somehow manages to slide it off me com...letely without taking his lips from mine. When he finds my thong with his fingers he groans into my mouth. My breaths are coming in gasps; part panic and part desire as he slides my thong down my long legs. Through this sex clouded haze I come to the realization that I am now completely naked beneath him. I push against his chest futilely as his. Then she slapped my ass."Okay mister," She said playfully, "your turn to do my back."When she lay down I got up and took the sunscreen and walked over to her lounge chair and squirted some into my hands. My eyes bugged out a little when she reached behind her and untied the top to her suit. She turned her head and looked at me and smiled."I don't like tan lines... I hope this doesn't bother you John."Bother me? Fuck no, I thought! "Me? Uh, no... not at all." I rubbed my hands together spreading. S" fool: "Its pronounced MacDougless"joker: "Ok now pronouce M.A.C. D.O.U.B.L.E."fool: "Ok MacDouble"joker: "Last one now pronouce M.A.C. H.I.N.E "fool: "Ok MacHine" (sounds like mac hind)joker: Points at old house phone and says "Now what is that?"fool: "An answering machine"joker: "Ok now spell machine"fool: "Ok? M.A.C.H.I.N.E. "joker: "Yup you just spelled MAC HINE."Ok this joke i heard from Howard Stern.2.Q. Do you know the true reason for all of these blonde jokes?A. Brunettes. Not yet. Ride the plateau. Earn it.She’d secreted her lounge chair and milk-crate table in the corner, next to the hulking HVAC unit. Her half-smoked joint issued a wispy line of smoke from the ashtray on the crate, hypnotizing her as she played with her pussy lips, keeping the fires banked. Manhattan burned on the streets below.Similar blazes dotted the Brooklyn side of the river.Screams, car crashes, gunshots brayed for her attention. Her nipples hardened in the night breeze. She felt.